the big bad wolf
and blow and blow
until I knock some houses down
and expose the pigs inside
hiding in their clothes
and Clementine’s

I’ll Be

the voices inside my father’s
head
the one on the left      the one on the right
that way I’ll always be with him

I’ll Be

the ghost writer
for some famous author
who stole all they know from a drunken woman
who had no soul

I’ll Be

ruminating over a pizza tonight
I’d ask you to join me
but I wouldn’t want to disturb your Pollyanna smile
while I’m deliberating over committing suicide